“Claude, aren't you happy to see me again?”
“Let go.”
The woman refused to release him. Claude maneuvered his wheelchair forward, breaking free from her embrace.
She tried to approach again, but Peter blocked her, positioning himself in front of Claude.
Claude glanced down at his jacket with disgust. “Weren't you going back to your country to inherit the family business? Why are you back now?”
Jennifer smoothed her hair, a sorrowful smile on her face. “I know my timing wasn't ideal when I left, but the family matters were truly urgent, Claude. Please don't blame me…”
“Besides… I'm back to you now, aren't I? You're the most important person to me.” Tears welled in Jennifer's eyes as she crouched beside Claude's wheelchair, gazing at him affectionately, as if wanting to rest her head
